Hold Me

Hold me….please hold me tight.

Hold me till the dawn gets dark and the sun starts to fall apart.

Hold me till the tightness of our hands start becoming, meaningless sparks.

Hold me till the softness of my touch starts giving you, the roughest marks.

Hold me damn.

Hold me in the vicinity of your scent.

I am eager to embrace your flaws, to kiss that jaw.

I am dying to get destroyed, to get close to your warmth.

This is all I want darling.

To get ornamented by your breaths, near my scars.

To get adored by your eyes, every time I walk through the grass.

I want to be that look, which gives your spine the meaningful sparks.

I want to be that wait, which makes your eyes imagine, every beautiful flower.

Hold me tight, please hold me.

Because I want to be yours.

Else, life is too good to be short.



My forever abetting gem, ANANYA

I saw her today, with her side looks.
Glorifying her beauty, with her determined looks.
Holding a pen, looking more fierce though.
Indulge in her thoughts, she can make anyone bow.
Sculpting a piece of art, she defined her inner soul.
Those words from her heart, made my mind explode.

The light looks bright, when touch her big eyes.
Her nose a little plump, looks arousing when she smiles.
Chubby are her cheeks, shines when she shrieks.
Her brows knit together, gives the idea of her weather.
Palms so small, yet strong to flick all.
Hairs so long, leaves your smile all on.

My friend, my sister, everything she is.
Helped me to grow from ground to hill.
boosting me hard to make me fixed.
Applauding my attempts and clapping on my wins.
Blithe of glitter, she sprinkles all day.
cheerful grins she leaves in her way.

The Hazing Black

His eyes were black, like a sea to melt.
Holding something bright behind, the furry of his kind.
The aura that radiates, tried to curve my spine.
But the strums of his purr, made my insight delight.
The darkness of this night, cloaks his bod outright.
The white patch on his paw, compliments this dusky midnight.
With a break of twig, he brings me back to this night.
Where the moon too shines, just to replete his line.
Matching my prints, he snapped me in no time.
Growling thunderously, he took his last step to trash mine.
Accepting my fate, i closed all might.
But nuzzling comes next, which made me soo uptight.
Gaining my sense, i brought myself to life.
Discovering, just me in this woody limelight.

SHE, a mere approach

He was a player
who took her as a bait
to lure his deer
magnifying his sparks
to attract more sphere.

she was a meek
who took him as a friend
to shrink some grease
magnifying her feat
to become more sweet.

The artifice of his mind
played with her deed
tricking her deep
too reach his meed.

Our Chosen Facades

Sitting under the shade
in the vicinity of my mind
occupied in thoughts that jingles my spine
what it takes to become a flying kind
with so much worries yet a beautiful life.

contrary we are
in every pinch of rind
shaping some vows is what we like
to build a sturdy wind in the reason behind
promising the moon goes with the bind
To satisfy our kind is the reason in our mind.

yet not satisfied,
we wiggle like some fish in wine
breaking the troth in the end,
is what shines.
after all,
bawling for the sins we issued,
is the choice of our own kind.

Fixing his moirai

Responsibilities comes with birth,
same was his moirai.
He tried to brew his beans,
which tasted a little dry.
Culled into some fiendish fins
he took it as his destined previse,
still not satisfied for the umpteenth time,
he finally stood for his pride.
Confronting his abhorrence,
he assorted his path to magnify.
And for the very first time,
he charmed his face with a genuine smile.


Drowning her hellions

She wants to be the outcome of her attempts
but became the aftermath of her destiny.
Yet the sparks never died.
From drudging demeanor towards life
to building her own go
she became the ruler of her own life.

Her former demon still existed
but became a fading tint for ongoing flight.
Yet not satisfied,
she started her pace towards a longing life
but it turned into a loathing bite.

Her scabs are the evidence of her callous ride
but became the reason for her converging drive.
Yet not finished,
she came out with an exposed mind
determined to win the line.

And in the end,
fulfilling her pride,
she became the dictator of her own life.

Sore heart from a roaring past

i will thrive
i will survive
i will sacrifice 
i will aggrandize.

my love was pure
my soul was to adore
my eyes are achy
my heart a lot messy.

easy were my feelings
easy were my beliefs
easy could have been our bond
but turned out to be so wrong.

today was a past, 
but tomorrow will turn out to be an upcoming blast..

The Howling Love

To the moon that howls
and the night that shouts,
shouts your name till the last block remains…

To the sea that bawls
and the water that growls,
growls till it reaches the end of the shore…

To the stars that mourns
and the clouds that roars,
roars till they start to fade in blows…

To the love that passed 
and the feel that last,
last till the end comes by clogging the jar…

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